There's a buzz in the arena following the last match as the crowd anticipates the next part of the show, and finally, the lights drop, and Saliva's "Ladies and Gentlemen" thunders over the PA. The crowd responds with a huge pop, and Marcus Westcott steps out onto the stage, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt with "I got superkicked 5 times by Sean Stevens and all I got was this stupid t-shirt" written on it.
[MUSIC UP: “I Am A Viking” by Yngwie Malmmsteen’s Rising Force. The crowd pops as Olvir Arsvinnar power walks to the ring. Olvir with his fur covered boots, black trunks under a long loincloth. Olvir parades around the ring basking in the crowd’s cheers.]
TF: The following is a tag team match…Set for one fall…Introducing first, already in the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 317 pounds…OLVIR!!! ARS!! VINNAR!!! [pop!]
DT: Olvir in the ring and well…We don’t know who his partner is…
MN: I doubt this guy knows who his partner is, or that he’s even supposed to have one.
[Olvir’s music fades out…]
TF: And his partner…[pause…Nothing happening….Crowd buzzing, a beat passes…MUSIC UP: “Did My Time” by Korn, as Stalker and Omega makes their way to the ring, Omega with a small bandage on his forehead. Stalker has on a black wifebeater and blue jeans on. Omega is shirtless with black jeans and black wrestling boots under them, Barb in his hands. The crowd gives the two men a loud chorus of boos.]
TF: His opponents…Weighing in at a total combined weight of 658 pounds…The team of STALKER!!! And O!!! MEGA!!!!
DT: Well Stalker and Omega aren’t going to wait for Olvir’s partner to show up as they have hit the ring and are ready to go.
[Bell rings]
DT: Stalker circling the big man…Olvir goes to lock up, Stalker avoids him and pops him with a couple jabs…Olvir shrugs them off and goes back to trying to grappling Stalker. Stalker again avoids him and dropkicks Olvir in the knee…Olvir staggers but now grabs Stalker and pushes him into a corner…Olvir with a series of knees to the ribs of Stalker.
DM: And that was the same knee Olvir just got dropkicked in, he must be fighting through the pain to land these shots on Stalker.
MN: Really Matthews? I think you need to wake up…You do know Olvir’s agent is Nosellus Wallace right?
DT: Oh brother…Olvir being forced out of the corner by the ref….Stalker gets a thumb to the eye in on Olvir while the ref was busy with Olvir and couldn’t see it…Stalker makes the tag and here comes the big man.
DM: Omega may be one of the only men in EPW who can stand up to Olvir in a pure power match. This will be quite the confrontation.
DT: The two men lock up, and nothing happening as they both are pushing and fighting to move the other, neither man giving an inch…Omega shrugs Olvir off…Omega daring Olvir to take a run at him…Olvir does…Shoulderblock! Omega doesn’t budge! Olvir off the ropes, another shot…This time Omega staggers back a couple steps…Olvir off the ropes…DROPS OMEGA WITH A SHOULDERBLOCK! [pop!] Omega gets to his feet…AND GETS SLAMMED BY THE VIKING WARRIOR! Olvir off the ropes…LEGDROP! NO! OMEGA MOVES! Omega gets the tag to Stalker who rushes into the ring…OLVIR WITH A POWERSLAM AND A COVER!!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
DT: Stalker kicks out…Olvir pulls him to his feet and blasts Stalker with a big right hand, and another shot…Stalker dives at Olvir and grabs a waist lock…Omega reaches out and gets a tag and he’s firing away with punch after punch while Olvir is trying to get disengaged from Stalker…Stalker gets out of the ring as Omega continues to mug Olvir in the corner…Stalker with a quick tag back to Omega…Olvir turns towards Stalker…Stalker grabs Olvir and gets a Thai Clinch and now drops off the apron, hangmanning Olvir throat first on the top rope! Olvir staggers and drops to his knees and now Stalker rushes into the ring and kicks away at the Viking Warrior.
MN: Brains will beat Brawn every time...And well, two also beats one…
DT: Stalker gets the tag to Omega and the two men just stomping away on Olvir…Stalker slowly getting out of the ring while Omega, behind the ref’s back, is choking Olvir senseless.
DM: You knew the numbers game was going to work against Olvir sooner or later. He’s up against basically impossible odds here facing two men the caliber of Stalker and Omega.
DT: Omega now stomping Olvir repeatedly in the head, he DRIVES a knee into the back of the head of the Viking Warrior…Omega now pulls Olvir into his corner and tags in Stalker, both men now kicking away on Olvir’s left knee…Stalker drags Oliver out to the middle of the ring and hooks a figure four leglock on him!
MN: He might be a giant monster of a man, but when he’s on his back he’s no bigger than anyone else, a sharp move by Stalker keeping this carnival act down.
DT: Olvir thrashing around trying to fight his way out of this hold [Crowd clapping, cheering]…Stalker putting all the pressure he can on the legs of Olvir, trying to make the big man submit, or at the very least do some serious damage to him…Olvir now fighting to reverse the hold…He’s almost got Stalker turned over…Stalker quickly lets go and puts the boots to Olvir’s back! Olvir getting to his feet and Stalker tags in Omega…They grab Olvir and both men whip him into the ropes…Olvir elevated…FLAPJACK!! Omega with a cover!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!! [pop]
DT: Olvir kicks out again! Omega now throws Olvir to the mat…Olvir is in what would be his corner if he had a partner.
MN: What kind of moron takes a tag match and doesn’t have a partner? This guy is the very definition of ‘million dollar body, ten cent brain’
DT: Olvir getting hammered with punches to the back of the head…Olvir in the corner and Omega whips him to the other side…INTO STALKER’S BOOT! Olvir hits hard off that boot and staggers back into Omega who grabs Olvir…SPINEBUSTER!! BIG IMPACT! THE COVER!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
TH—NO! [pop!]
DT: Olvir fights out of that pin…But you have to wonder how much gas he’s going to have in the tank. Stalker tagged back in, and he grabs Olvir and HE HOOKS HIM FOR THE EVENFLOW…OLVIR WITH A BACKDROP! [pop!] Olvir gets to his feet as Stalker is up…Olvir whips him into the ropes…MJOLNIR-BLOW!! Olvir with a cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!!
DT: Omega breaks it up! Omega pulls Stalker over towards his corner…Omega tagged in and he’s beating down on Olvir…Olvir now hung over the second rope and Omega puts his knee into his back choking him on the ropes…
DM: Olvir had the strength for one last push and well…It looks like he’s come up short here with Omega now back in control.
MN: Omega choking the life out of this big Viking goofball, and now he’s going to suffer dearly before being finished off by these two hardcore maniacs.
DT: Omega now grab Olvir…He’s going to try to power bomb the big man…Can he get him up…Olvir up and he’s punching away on Omega…Olvir falls crashing down on top of Omega! Both men down!
MN: Big deal, Omega will make the tag and Olvir…He’s got nobody to bail him out!
[Crowd starts yelling as a man, jumps the railing near the corner where Stalker is]
DT: IT’S ROCKO DAYMON! HE PULLS STALKER OFF THE APRON! HE’S BEATING THE HELL OUT OFF HIM!
MN: Somebody get security! Stop this man!
DM: Rocko is Olvir’s partner? Well if that’s the case he showed up just in the nick of time!
DT: Rocko grabs Stalker and smashes him into the security railing! And now he whips him into the STEEL ring post! Stalker staggers back towards Rocko…ROCKO BACKDROPS HIM INTO THE STAIRS!
MN: Come on ref! Get control of this maniac!
DM: With the history between these two men, you would expect the ref to give a little leeway in what they can do…
MN: To heck with that, I want that restraining order Stalker had to be enforced, cuff and stuff Daymon, and do it right quick!
DT: I’m pretty sure after Stalker’s actions at Russian Roulette that there isn’t a judge in the land that would honor that restraining order. Daymon grabbing Stalker, and now the ref is out trying to break these two up…
MN: Finally order being restored, and more importantly, Barb can now come out and play!
DT: Omega sees the ref is tied up with the melee outside the ring and he grabs Barb…He’s loading up waiting for Olvir to get up…WAIT! The ref is stuck with Stalker, Rocko just tripped Omega who fell and landed face first onto Barb! Olvir now to his feet, he kicks Barb out of the ring, he grabs the dazed Omega…HE’S GOT HIM UP!!! NORDIC BOMB!! The ref sees the pin!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
[Bell rings, MUSIC UP: “I Am A Viking” by Yngwie Malmmsteen’s Rising Force.]
TF: Here are your winners…OLVIR ARSVINNAR…AND ROCKO!!!!! DAY!!! MON!!!
DT: Stalker tried to get into the ring but Rocko held him out long enough for the pin. A bit of revenge for Rocko Daymon over the two men who did everything to maim him at Russian Roulette.
DM: Rocko and Stalker have a long history, we may be seeing another chapter in that story unfolding before us.
MN: Daymon better take this cheap win and get out of town, he’s messed with Stalker before and it cost him half a year of his career and the EPW World Title…He knows he’s fighting the wrong man…
DT: Say what you will Neely, tonight Olvir and Rocko leave the winners…We’ll be right back fans!
DT: Folks, former Champion and recent #1 contender Marcus Westcott is here, and boy-oh-boy, did he and Sean Stevens ever put on one CLASSIC match in the main event of Russian Roulette just a short time ago!
MN: I had no idea Loafy actually knew HOW to wrestle.
DT: He and Stevens did much more than that, Neely! They tore the house down, rebuilt it, and tore it back down again!
Marcus reaches the ring, climbs onto the apron and through the ropes, and walks to the center of the ring. He takes a mic out of his back pocket and goes to speak, but stops and puts his hands on his hips and smiles as he listens to the crowd. Marcus turns around in the ring, looking out to the entire arena, then stops and raises the mic again, and the crowd relaxes to let him speak.
Westcott: Wow... that's amazing. Imagine that. A year ago, you guys would have been booing me out of the building, but to come out here at Russian Roulette and tonight, and get this kind of response... thank you.
At Russian Roulette, you saw two guys come out here and give it their absolute all. You saw two guys push themselves farther than they've ever been pushed, and perform feats that they probably didn't think they could accomplish. And, unfortunately, Sean Stevens was the better man.
The crowd starts to boo, but Marcus cuts them off.
Westcott: No, no need to boo. We both wrestled our asses off in that match. I devastated him with moves I didn't even think I knew in that match. Stevens pulled out all the stops and wrestled a fantastic match. I took punishment from the World Champion that NO ONE else in this industry has been able to take, and I kept standing on my feet. No one's ever taken that many X-Factors and still kicked out. That match was a freaking CLASSIC, and people are going to be talking about that match ten and twenty years from now. The way that match went, Stevens and I could wrestle 10 matches, and we'd probably split 'em up. Even though I didn't win, I'm damned proud of that match.
That match...
Marcus catches himself for a moment, then continues on.
Westcott: ... that match... is the perfect way to end my EPW career.
There's a MAGNIFICENT buzz ripping through the arena.
DT: WHAT? Marcus Westcott is resigning from EPW?
MN: No more Loafy? Christmas comes early this year!
Westcott: I thought about this long and hard... I've been here for over 5 years. I was there when the doors of this company first opened. I helped build the rock solid foundation this company now sits on. I was World Champion for nearly a year, and I've fought some of the biggest legends and upcoming stars this business has to offer. I've wrestled an instant classic against probably the best this industry has to offer right now.
The best time to go out is while you're on top. I waited over four years to get another shot at the big strap, and right now, I don't know if I've got another four years in me to wait again, and knowing the ice that flows through Lindsay Troy's veins, not to mention the diseases flowing there as well, I'd likely be dead before I get another shot anyway. Right now, I can say I stand amongst the very best this business has to offer. Right now, I can say that I'm on top of my game. Right now, I could headline or be Champion of any federation out there, and that's how I'd rather be remembered, not as some broken down old man that hung on way past his prime.
The crowd launches into alternating chants of "PLEASE DON'T GO!" and "ONE MORE MATCH!", bringing a huge smile to Marcus' face.
Westcott: So, I'd like to say a few thank-you's. To Paul Freeman, who personally invited me to be part of the new upstart EPW... to all the guys in the back that I've wrestled with and against over the last five years... to Sean Stevens for the match of a lifetime... to all the EPW staff and crew that makes this company what it is night in and night out, and last, but certainly not least... to each and every one of you fans that either tuned in at home, or spent your hard earned money to come see me wrestle. Thank you very much. It's been an honor.
Marcus puts down the mic, and holds his hands out to the crowd, and he starts clapping. The crowd gets to their feet and lets out one last huge pop, as "Ladies and Gentlemen" plays again, for the last time. Marcus slowly turns in a circle, clapping to everyone in the crowd, before climbing through the ropes and heading up the ramp. As Marcus gets to the stage, he turns back and faces the crowd, and as he salutes them, one final red and white pyro blast lights up the stage. Marcus gives one more wave, then turns to walk back through the entrance.
DT: Ladies and gentlemen, amazing... we may have seen Marcus Westcott for the last time in an EPW ring.
MN: Only five years too late.
DM: Can I help you with your retirement speech, Neely??
MN: No way! I'm in my prime!
DM: Lucky us.